Ironic

I just broke onto page 40 of the academic half of my thesis, and what I'm writing now is the beginning of the end: a brief section discussing a common aspect of several of the novels I just wrote about. After this, I only need to write a few pages of conclusion to wrap up the essay and create a bridge between the essay and my own short story. But I'm so excited about the prospect of finally being done (either tonight or tomorrow), I can hardly focus on writing.